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DarknessSinking, deeper, drowning in the darkest colours imaginableGoing lower and lower until you reach the bottomLonely, cold, distantBut one wants to be that way after a whileOne gets used to the fact they will always be aloneThe hurt and torme
I've spent the last few months brawling with these memories that faze me to this day.
Something from within me drove me to break my character,
enabling my misery to compel my lineage to ignore,
